The Lost Ship by W.W. Jacobs

On a fine spring morning in the early part of the present century, / Tetby, a small port on the east coast, was keeping high holiday. / Tradesmen left their shops, and labourers their work, and flocked down / to join the maritime element collected on the quay.

In the usual way Tetby was a quiet, dull little place, clustering in a / tiny heap of town on one side of the river, and perching in scattered / red-tiled cottages on the cliffs of the other.